An Ran expressed her thanks without refusal, as she was truly worn out on this journey. She had never carried so much before, and she pondered whether she should learn from Mu Xingfeng and practice cross-country with weights in the future.
Thinking about how he carried her uphill without missing a beat, chatting the entire way, she truly felt admiration for him from the bottom of her heart.
"How are you doing? Are you okay?" Lu Yi noticed An Ran constantly rubbing her shoulder and stepped forward to ask.
"I’m okay," An Ran replied with a smile. Lu Yi had already taken good care of her on this trip, afraid that her dicine box was too heavy, and even took her luggage for her.
But the more she rubbed her shoulder, the more it hurt. When she lifted the fabric to check, she found blood blisters had ford on her shoulder. Perhaps it was from her rubbing, as one blister had broken, releasing yellowish fluid.
"Ah, An Ran, your shoulder is worn out," Shen Qi, rubbing her own sore shoulder, exclaid upon seeing An Ran’s shoulder, "It’s all my fault, I should have carried the dicine bag."
Shen Qi said self-reprovingly. Initially, she had kindly offered to carry the cooler box for An Ran, but ended up giving An Ran the heavier dicine bag instead.
An Ran chuckled, "Shen Qi, are you silly? The cooler box isn’t lighter than the dicine bag, right? Maybe I didn’t carry it correctly, don’t bla yourself."
Lu Yi inhaled sharply at the sight of blisters on the fair shoulder, "How did this beco so serious? Once we get there, quickly apply so dicine. Don’t carry anything for the next few days."
As he spoke, he gave Wang Jiaqi a cold glance.
He had seen An Ran in a dress with exposed shoulders before; her shoulders were narrow, the skin was white, and the round shoulders were exposed, indescribably enticing and cute.
This teacher letting An Ran carry such a heavy bag — he couldn’t believe it wasn’t intentional.
From afar, Cai Fen saw this and coldly snorted, "Undressing in front of so many boys, truly shaless."
"Let’s go. If you don’t have the charm to make people feel compassion, just accept it. Otherwise, why don’t you get two blisters on your shoulders and make the boys feel sorry?" Another woman beside Cai Fen said acidly.
"Qianya, you’re the flower of our class. You’ve accepted your fate; should we ordinary folks even live?" another girl chid in.
Lu Yi, Young Master Lu, is the dream boy of the entire school. Forget about his family background, just him alone — he’s a campus heartthrob. Even doing ordinary things in the mountains, he carries an undeniable aura of elegance.
Initially, they were secretly pleased to be grouped with him, thinking they’d have plenty of opportunities to stay close to the dream boy.
Unexpectedly, for several days now, Lu Yi’s attention had only been focused on one woman, not sparing even a glance for any of the other girls.
Wang Jiaqi was quite satisfied with the girls’ reactions; good, this was the effect she wanted. Everyone isolated An Ran, let’s see how she continues to act up?
Such a girl doesn’t deserve to study at their Nan University. Staying here only tarnishes the school’s atmosphere.
Soon, the village chief ca out to et them, leading a few straight to his ho; the girls were to stay at the village chief’s house, and the boys went to another house.
Today, there were no free clinic tasks; after getting settled, everyone first had a al.
The al was prepared by the village chief’s wife in a large pot, given the limited village resources. Getting to eat pot-cooked dishes and white rice was already quite good.
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